In their grotesque autobiography The Dirt, LA metal band Motley Crue tore up every moral known to man.
Groupies were molested nightly; spiralling booze, heroin and cocaine addictions led to individual breakdowns, spells in rehab and frequent overdoses.
Meanwhile, Hollywood girlfriends were betrayed with such regularity that the band resorted to rubbing their unwashed "parts" with meat â the process apparently ideal for disguising âÂÂthe smell of p*ssy.âÂÂ
This was imperative: drummer Tommy Lee gleefully recalled sleeping with one girl who could spray her come 40 feet across a room.
Yet anyone detailing footballâÂÂs sordid back story might just discover a greater catalogue of rockâÂÂnâÂÂroll misdemeanour.
In the past 50 years, the tabloids have reported dogging, drug busts, prostitution, trysts with the mafia, murder, kidnapping, counterfeiting and group sex on a scale not witnessed since Led ZeppelinâÂÂs Starship last scorched the JFK tarmac.
In half a century of headlines, footballers have taken on rockâÂÂnâÂÂrollâÂÂs most despicable at their own game (not to mention their very punk attitude towards public spitting). However, given the merging of football and music in the latter half of the 20th century, this behaviour comes as no great surprise.
Modern players, with their multi-million pound contracts, glamorous girlfriends and fancy cars, now carry the swagger of a marauding rock star, despite their clean-living athleticism.
Laughable attempts at pop stardom (Glenn Hoddle, Chris Waddle, Gazza, Andrew Cole) have dented the charts, Japanese girls have pursued David Beckham through Tokyo streets, while Roy Evansâ pretty-boy Liverpool team (plus Robbie Fowler) were even nicknamed The Spice Boys in the mid-âÂÂ90s.
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Meanwhile rock stars, in thrall to the off-the-cuff creativity and drama of the game, have made desperate attempts to associate themselves with football teams and players.
Elton John bought Watford FC in 1976 and later tried to sign Vinnie Jones; Harvey from So Solid Crew played for AFC Wimbledon, and Rod Stewart constructed an 11-a-side pitch at his California home.
âÂÂWeâÂÂve got the only team with our own showers and a bar,â he once said. âÂÂI wash the kit... well, kind of. I get my personal assistant to do it. ItâÂÂs beautiful. IâÂÂm trying to get Vinnie Jones to play for us too.âÂÂ
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âÂÂJust play the way the ball bounces / And bounce the way the ball plays / Cos you wonâÂÂt have long in the limelight / No you wonâÂÂt have many days / Georgie, Georgie they call you the Belfast Boy.âÂÂ
Belfast Boy, Don Fardon, 1970
FootballâÂÂs tryst with musical hedonism began in 1963. London to be precise, where the Swinging Sixties was in full sway. A generation hardened by war and financial hardship watched in horror as sexually-liberated teenage girls gobbled down The Pill.
National Service had been scrapped, life was affordable, and a desire for shiny technology and modernism reached a grand peak. Meanwhile, in Liverpool, the Beatles were recording their first number one album Please, Please Me, kicking a revolution to the head and shaping the decadeâÂÂs remaining years.
ItâÂÂs worth mentioning these historical facts because, within a spectacular cultural shift, the world began viewing celebrity and football with very different eyes.
Televisions â available in most homes â presented fame as a realistic opportunity for the ordinary Joe Bloggs. Now, everybody could live the life of the pop star. Even if you kicked a leather ball around a boggy park for a living.
âÂÂWhatever field they worked in,â claims former music mogul, Simon Napier-Bell, âÂÂeveryone wanted to make it the way the Beatles had. Suddenly there were opportunities for anyone with energy and flair who could look at things in a new way. The Beatles had got everybody chasing success.âÂÂ
Televised games and Jimmy HillâÂÂs abolition of the maximum wage had transformed football, and George Best had energy and flair in abundance. A few hours up the M1 from Carnaby Street, sexuality, sideburns and a hedonistic streak had positioned Best alongside a score of British bands.
Like Please, Please MeâÂÂs arrival at Number One, BestâÂÂs Manchester United debut made an immediate impact. Almost overnight he was a football and cultural phenomenon.
Two years later, his clubbing and womanising was in full swing. By 1966, after a 5-1 thrashing of Benfica in the European Cup quarter-finals, Portuguese newspaper A Bola had dubbed him El Beatle and Best was iconic in the same way as John, Paul, George and Ringo.
The papers even nicknamed him The Fifth Beatle as girls, drinks and parties followed harder and faster than before.
âÂÂIn six years, he has become a cult for youth, a new folk hero, a living James Dean who is a rebel with a cause,â wrote The Times.
A new era had began. BestâÂÂs actions â on and off the pitch â turned on a host of kids more in tune with the hit parade than the football results. Suddenly, footballers were cool.
âÂÂI was a Best worshipper,â says Simply RedâÂÂs Mick Hucknall, a United supporter. âÂÂHe captured the imagination. He was the first footballing pop star. We looked up to him as kids, not just for his footballing skills but for his whole personality. He had pop star qualities as well as the hair, the fast cars, the women. He was a hero to us.âÂÂ
Players, with one eye on the pop media, became aware of their own glamour potential. And from then on in, English footballers began embracing rockâÂÂnâÂÂroll iconography and hedonism, opening clothes boutiques on the Kings Road and sashaying around nightclub dance floors with glamorous blondes, rock star admirers and fashion models.
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ChelseaâÂÂs Peter Osgood even scored with sex siren Raquel Welch, leaving club chairman Brian Mears to admit: âÂÂOsgood epitomised Swinging London as much as David Bailey or Paul McCartney.âÂÂ
When Best left London nightclub Tramps one evening, he was followed from the door by the same Beatle and wife, Linda. âÂÂJust as they were leaving,â said Best, âÂÂLinda came up behind me and whispered, âÂÂYou know we love you, donâÂÂt you?â It was fantastic.âÂÂ
Football and music had always been entwined. Old church standards had been adapted for the terraces for as long as the game had been a public event. Yet their lyrics had never referenced danger or controversy.
By the âÂÂ70s, the terraces roared with LSD-inspired Beatles songs. Elsewhere, the media mashed sport and sex together, introducing a public audience to live games and a role call of glamorous players eager for attention.
âÂÂFootballers and rock stars were similar because they became folk heroes,â says Greg Gilbert, singer with The Delays, a top 20 band in their own right.
Gilbert had his own football career shattered when, in a fit of pique, he threw a shirt at his youth team coach at Portsmouth. âÂÂFootballers can do things that are instinctive and exciting, things that most of us canâÂÂt and itâÂÂs the same with bands. Everybody watches them and talks about them in the pub or the playground. And the legend of different players gets passed down to generations just like albums.âÂÂ
Both Best and the Beatles derailed in the âÂÂ70s, but a host of characters filled their vacuum, each one blessed with flair, skill and a reckless attitude to authority. As a swathe of rock bands (and later punk) leapt from the radio, football provided its own anti heroes: Charlie George, Peter Storey and Stan Bowles.
âÂÂBowles was the greatest,â says one-time Sex Pistol Glen Matlock, a QPR fan. âÂÂHe was a bit of a villain and I suppose he was a rockâÂÂnâÂÂroll character, but thatâÂÂs why I admired him, because he had that streak in him that wanted to cause trouble.âÂÂ
In playgrounds up and down the country, cigarette cards of Frank Worthington became as thrilling as a new single by The Clash or The Jam.
Girls were excited too â for every footballer cut with an anarchic streak to appease the boys, a pin-up was made available for bubblegum magazines. From Kevin Keegan to David Beckham, the game threw up its own pop stars: squeaky-clean poster fodder for teenage girls and cooing grannies.
Meanwhile, as the GovernmentâÂÂs introduction of career advisers in schools took hold, teachers sought vocational aspiration within their students. Usually, they were bombarded with two answers:
a) âÂÂSir, I want to be a rock star.âÂÂ
b) âÂÂI want to play for England.âÂÂ
Anyone looking for psychological clues to these two career choices need only search their own brain. Successful players and bands are often graced with financial security, glamorous lifestyles, pin-up girlfriends, admiring peers and, above all, hero worship on an obscene scale.
Which hormone-fuelled male hasnâÂÂt craved all of the above at one time or another?
Then of course thereâÂÂs the actual âÂÂdoingâ of both. It doesnâÂÂt get much better than playing football with your mates, winning the local league or scoring an important goal at any level.
Likewise, sitting around listening to records, making an unholy, neighbour-baiting racket on a drum kit or crowd surfing at a festival is another world of joy. Imagine doing all of that and being paid for it too.
âÂÂThe buzzes of football and music are very similar, because the very best bands and footballers are doing something creative that other people canâÂÂt,â says Greg Gilbert.
âÂÂItâÂÂs all about showmanship. The greatest players play with a smile on their face because there is a joy in what theyâÂÂre doing. ItâÂÂs not a considered motion. But the experience they both share is the feeling of walking a tightrope - whether youâÂÂre playing live at a gig or playing football in front of 40,000 people thereâÂÂs that worry that you could fall off either side.
"But if you pull it off, do a great show or play well and come through the other side, thereâÂÂs no greater feeling.
âÂÂLive, both share a spontaneity which canâÂÂt be described,â continues Gilbert. âÂÂWhich is why itâÂÂs unfair to have a go at players for not being insightful during post match interviews. ItâÂÂs like asking Noel Gallagher to talk the fans through an improvised guitar solo after a show.âÂÂ
This adrenaline rush often causes the overambitious to stab at both vocations. Rod Stewart (Brentford), Badly Drawn Boy (Manchester United), Manic Street PreacherâÂÂs Nicky Wire (Wales U16s), Julio Iglesias (Real Madrid), Luciano Pavarotti (Lepanto) and Take ThatâÂÂs Mark Owen (Manchester United) all spent time under the tutelage of football clubs.
Sadly the closest Shakinâ Stevens and Mick Hucknall got was an appearance in VizâÂÂs Billy The Fish cartoon strip.
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Meanwhile several pros have started their own rock bands, including Alexei Lalas (The Gypsies), Christian Dailly (South Playground) and one-time Nottingham Forest striker, Paul McGregor (Merc).
Of the two, most agree that football presents the greater pressures.
âÂÂWhen youâÂÂre doing a gig, you havenâÂÂt got thousands of people screaming at you,â says Echo And The BunnymenâÂÂs Ian McCulloch, Liverpool fan and writer of EnglandâÂÂs 1998 World Cup single, Top Of The World.
âÂÂYou donâÂÂt have people telling you youâÂÂre shite. Yelling at you at if hit a wrong note or f*ck up. Not normally anyway. I could never play footy in front of all those people.âÂÂ
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